Ye Xi took a deep breath. Stiffening her resolve, she reached behind her back and unclasped something. The moment she did, she saw Ah Gui reattach his prosthetic limb. He didn't even look at her. Dropping his trouser leg, he pulled a card from his wallet, placed it on the table, and then walked out, pulling the door open.
Listening to the footsteps descending the stairs, Ye Xi clutched her chest, tears breaking through.
She slowly squatted down and eventually couldn't hold it in anymore and began to sob uncontrollably.
At this moment, Ah Gui was standing at the stairwell. The soundproofing of the room wasn't very good, and Ye Xi's crying was faintly audible from inside. He heard it clearly.
Today, Ah Gui had smoked a lot of cigarettes, something he hadn't often done before. After meeting Ye Xi, he had finished an entire pack.
He leaned against the wall, several cigarette butts at his feet.
It wasn't until the sobbing inside stopped that he left the motel and sat in his car.
